No one is healed and no one fully conquers their demons. The fact that the filmmakers make you root for them is a testament to a vexing main character you grow to love and admire.


No one is healed and no one fully conquers their demons. The fact that the filmmakers make you root for them is a testament to a vexing main character you grow to love and admire.

I believe a lot more people could be open about their HIV status, and their only reason for not doing so is fear.

The film is either a transgressive act of eroticism, or an act that demonstrates how to become infected with HIV. Or perhaps both.

These guys must be getting the hang of this, because we discussed and revealed things like never before. From crystal meth addiction to our mothers, nothing was off limits.

You haven’t lived until you have hosted a game show in a cemetery. Or heard behind-the-scenes tales of some juicy grave site mysteries.

Hooray, HIV negative gay men! Let’s show some love for our negative brothers, who’s with me?

“We condemn attempts to label us as ‘victims,’ which implies defeat, and we are only occasionally ‘patients,’ which implies passivity, helplessness, and dependence upon the care of others. We are ‘people with AIDS.’”

In a final act of staking my claim, I asked the damp, drunk and spent star to scribble “All my best, Rock Hudson” on a piece of notebook paper before his hasty exit down the duplex stairs and out to the dingy street below.
I was knocked out by these people and their daily courage and fortitude. I really want to thank this group for taking me into their homes and lives and allowing me to share their stories with you.

What, then, is the responsibility of LGBT media in this climate of rising infection rates and a bored readership? Do they have a responsibility to serve as advocates for better public awareness?

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